Growing up, I made little houses for fairies between the tree roots in my yard. I imagined dragon eggs incubating in the shelves of my little playhouse, and hoped that every white mare we drove past on the highway was a unicorn in disguise. As you grow older, everything hardens and you misplace the rose-tinted glasses you saw the world through. My art is an attempt to revive some of that magic, and let it adapt to fit my present point of view. The result is a jumbled art soup of the mystical and the realistic. Each piece lends the viewer a piece of something beyond what they experience daily, and I hope that serves to remind people of the whimsical and fantastic lense you can see the world through.